Monday, 9 April 2012

It's a Dog's Life

This little fellow arrived with us 8 years ago and ever since has been our constant daily companion - until Good Friday when he sadly passed away aged 13 years and 2 months..

Oz first appeared in Blogland 6 years ago alongside his sagacious Labrador brother Mr Murph. He wasn't so much the Wise as the Morecambe of the partnership - sharp as scissors and always ready to puncture pomposity with his ready wit and feisty ripostes.

Oz was his own man and the bravest little chap you ever knew. He was little more than a puppy when he saw off two housebreakers at my brother's house when he lived there whilst his Rottweiller brother slept on. He would scamper up to a group of any large dogs and hold his own, possibly because he misunderstood the expression "face off". However, he was always rather partial to a leggy lady lurcher or two and resembled a much cuter version of Bernie Eccleston.

Independent to a fault, he invariably went his own way. It's less than two weeks since we were left pacing up and down with Lily next to a large piece of woodland searching for him, only for him to come strutting out 20 minutes later with a "what's your problem?" expression.